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When I was a daughter, I
thought in my distortions

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I could offer this body.

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Candles and red glass,
a cellist in the corner,

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another mediocre drama
about love, a comedy.

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Don't they all seem
at the beginning.

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Difficult to
distinguish the seeds

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of the end in the initial wind.

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Beauty, a signpost
there's no path from.

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I am touched I touch the
compulsive mind somehow

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tranquilized.

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Distorted rectangle of
sunlight on the wall.

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The neighbor singing a
voice as if professionally

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trained just for this scene.

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The curtains forgotten.

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The makeup, stuntman,
bed to be wheeled away.

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